He swung wide, cleaving through a troll's shoulder. His arm shook with the blow, not from exertion-but from the gnawing realization that ten years ago, he would of dodge something like that with practised ease. The drake knight was rusty, and it didn't help that his current body lacked the strength he had gotten used to relying on.
Behind him, Rio bled too—just a shallow cut above her brow, but it streaked down her cheek and into her eye. Still, she fought like a storm. Quite literally, as at some point in the chaos she stopped bothering to conserve mana and was now tossing flames and lightning like some kind of demon.
